Keeping it Real Storytelling
We received our silly “Bouncin’ Snowman” in the mail circa 2004; a Christmas gift from my mom’s second cousin, Gwen. He stood about 15 inches tall, dressed in a red fur Santa-like jacket and green mittens and green hat. He wore a red and green…

Ten days ago, I began to receive an unsettling drumbeat of emails from the senior residential community where my 91-year-old mother Ginny lives. August 28th:…
Last week, I was digging through a stack of aging, faded newspaper articles I wrote as a free-lancer back in the late 1990’s, hoping to…

I grew up less than an hour from Amish country. When I think about that, it’s hard to believe because I was full-on suburban girl,…